Radio and the telephone came but a century ago, measure this against a modern civilisation of 6,500 years of no electronic interference, music or noise.
When God parked me on a dune for three years, living out in a forest setting next to the ocean, something happened. The value of stillness, of quiet, hit me like a tsunami. There is no sound as audible as that of silence.
In my secluded retreat, I saw eagles, wild otters played at my feet, we had a colony of harmless brown tree snakes that never troubled us.
Nature spoke in many voices, the wind blowing through the milkwoods, the ocean roaring at night, yet it was mostly fairly quiet. No radio jingles, no riffs, no electro-pop.
Presently, I am on a Twitter detox as the frenzy doesn’t allow for God’s quiet voice to be heard.
It was in this period that I heard the voice of God the clearest. I became jealous of my time with Jesus, my Everlasting Father. Following my NDE a few years prior, this was a spiritual formative school.
A lover of music, I came to realise how offensive even Agnus Dei sung by Michael W Smith could become. Emotional experience may fool us to believe it is spiritual. When you really are in the Spirit and hearing God’s silent voice, anything else becomes noise.
Perhaps, if we made time to switch off devices, withdrew into silent retreats, even at home, we could learn to hear His whisper again.
Be still and know.